Robots Ate My Grandma

She is in his metallic belly,
Beating as he sways.
I can hear her scream inside him,
I can hear her pray.

I can smell her on his breath,
Every time he speaks.
Like mothballs and old people,
He really kind of reeks.

She has no toilet,
In her new abode.
What I\'d give if I could just,
Give her a commode.

I bet she\'s swimming in filth,
Though happy she does sound.
And hair is falling from her head,
Right around the crown.

I swear if I hear her voice,
Coming from his stomach again.
I\'ll pull back my foot,
And kick him in the f______ shin.

There is no digestive system,
In there where she sits,
So Grandma won\'t be coming out,
When Mr. Robot _____..

Sadly, truly, I am mourning,
The fact that Grandma\'s gone.
But I also hope she can hear me,
As she sings her old-time songs.

Robots ate my Grandma,
She\'s enjoying herself too much.
Robots ate my Grandma,
Maybe they\'ll have yours for lunch.